Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 09:24:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: raoul raoul
Subject: raoul and sergio parts 3
Again, minors should refrain from reading porn.
Majors: enjoy!.
If sexual stamina could have been personified, it would have taken on the
appearance of my father. His balls seemed to fill up as quickly as they'd
spend sperm. As for Juan and I, we weren't exactly 'soft' spoken either.
But I was amazed, however, at how quickly my father could get hard again.
And now, after the three of us had spent some time in the pool swimming and
making small talk in the darkening evening, my father had gotten out of the
pool and was laying on its edge, face down, his bare body on the hard
concrete. Juan was laying on the diving board, his feet dangling over and
I was still in the water, contemplating what I should do.
I swam over to my dad and kissed the hand that was at his side. I kissed
the palm and then licked the fingers one by one. He inserted them into my
mouth, pushing them around, making me savor the flesh.
"Lay on me," he then said. So I got out, dripping wet and laid my body
gently on top of my father's. My cock nestled in his crack, my mouth
lingering in his neck, quietly, motionless, we just lay there father and
son together. Again, for a 16 year old, my erect cock was long - not
thick, but long. And being on top of my dad, I could feel my balls touch
his as they dropped down in between his crotch.
After a few minutes, I reached my face over and met his lips. We kissed,
moaning as I slithered my body on top of his. And the following happened
without either one of us uttering a single word:
Dad parted his strong legs slightly which made my cock press against the
skin of his hole. Silently, I arched my body slightly so that my dick
faced his hole and penetrated him very slowly. It didn't really seem to be
my role - to be the top - but I wanted to feel him and apparently, so did
he. He wanted to feel his son's cock slide into his ass. Once fully
inside, I pressed my body tightly against his and started a slow motion in
and out.
Again, my head started to spin from the excitement. And I realized that I
would shoot my load into my very own father's asshole. Our fluids would be
mixed inside him. The thought drove me mad and I continued to fuck him,
while he remained completely motionless, his eyes closed, his mouth
slightly open, his breath slow and controlled.
It was then that I heard the patter of Juan's feet walk toward us. And he
sat down in front of my dad, his feet up against my dad's face. My
father's head turned to look at Juan; he started to kiss the sole of his
foot and then to lick it.
Juan moaned as my father worshipped his foot and I saw the Mexcan's dick
rise again.
"So Padre likes to be a bitch after all ..."he spoke softly. "We all
like that ... every man likes to belong to another one sometimes ... and
you belong to us, don't you?"
My father replied, "Yes ... I do."
"Yes, you do. You're enjoying your son's cock, aren't you? Enjoying your
ass being taken care of by his shaft, yes?"
"Yes ..." replied my dad as I continued to fuck him.
Juan then got up and brought the lounge chair over and sat in it. "Come
here, Sergio ..."
I released my dad and watched as he crawled over to Juan. "Continue making
love to my feet, man ..." Juan said.
Dad was on all fours, his head lowered on Juan's feet, his ass sticking out
in the air.
"Raoul, you through with his hole?" Juan asked me.
I nodded 'no'.
"Then go on ..."
I got back behind my father but this time, penetrated him with two fingers.
As he moaned, two fingers became three and then five and before I knew it,
I was pushing my fist into his hole. When it penetrated him fully, my
father let out a loud yell.
"Fuck yeah! Raoul, man ... go further ... go deeper into me ..."
"Shut up, cunt!" yelled Juan. "You don't talk. You suck. Now move up to
my cock, bitch ..."
My father gave a loud grunt of sorts, as if he both approved my fisting him
and disapproved Raoul talking to him that way.
"Don't care bitch ... grunt all you want. Fact is, you're ours tonight
... let yourself go, man. Open up your pussy for your son. Relax those
anal muscles for him because you know what's going to happen when he's done
fisting your ass? I'm gonna fuck it nice and strong. And you know what
you're going to be doing when I fuck you? You're going to beg me not to
stop. And maybe, just maybe, we'll double fuck your crack."
That was it. The idea of us both fucking my dad had almost made me come
and I quickly retrieved my hand and crawled underneath my father who was
till sucking Juan's cock.
I grabbed his waist and motioned for him to impale his ass on my cock.
When it was fully in, he arched his body backwards; I caressed his chest,
pinched his nipples, slapped his face lightly.
"Man, this is heaven ..." he let out. "This is too fucking good ..."
And he rode my dick up and down as Juan watched. The Mexican then got up
and got down behind my dad and sure enough, I felt the underside of his
cock rub against mine as he pierced my father's hole. Dad was now bending
the other way, his lips on mine, kissing me ferociously as if to stifle any
screams of pain he might have. Once Juan was fully in, he and I moved in
rhythm in and out of dad.
"Padre, you're a good ass ... you deserve this Padre ... you deserve our
cocks in you .. you're a good man, Sergio ..."
We fucked my father for a good ten minutes in that same position. Without
coming, Juan slipped his cock out and stood over us. Dad was still on my
dick, both of us covered in sweat and looking up at Juan. Juan then moved
his erect shaft to my dad's mouth and the men engaged in oral sex, my dad
sucking on the Mexican's cock as if his life depended on it. Soon, Juan's
white cum dribbled out of my father's mouth. Dad swallowed as much of it
as he could and Juan straddled my body to lick the rest off of my father's
chin and mouth. After a few minutes, Juan stood back up, arched his body
backwards and let out a strong jet of urine on my father's chest.
"YEAH!" shouted my dad. "Shower me, man! Let me have it all .." and he
moved his mouth of Juan's dick to catch the remaining liquid.
Seeing Juan's piss bounce off my father's chest made me shoot inside my dad
and I wasn't sure if my dad had been aware of the fact that I'd just cum,
seeing that he was also busy catching Juan's piss.
"Shit this is too good ... TOO GOOD! ..." he spoke and started to jerk
himself off, still riding my cock. "Go ahead and piss inside of me, Raoul
... flood me with it ... DO IT NOW!" he said beating himself off furiously.
Watching my dad jack off was an incredible site. Watching him jack off on
top of my cock, my sperm safely lodged in his hole was an even greater turn
on, and now, watching him smile as he felt my liquid fill his golden ass
was ecstatic.
Most of my father's load ended up on my face. Once he was through, he
stood up. Juan then decided to squat his crack on my face and rub my
father's cum on his ass. I slurped at his hole hungrily thinking that a
few hours ago, both my dad and I had raped his cunt. "Come on, hijo, rub
his cum into my crack," he said. So with my tongue, I lubed his hole with
whatever cum I could find.
When Juan had had enough, my father took his place, squatting over me. I
looked at his beautiful hole and licked it, loving it because it was his.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah dad ... let me have it all ..."
And he released my sperm and piss on my face ...
When he was through, they both laid down next to me and lapped the mixture
up. And, as was our new custom, the three of us kissed for a long while
into the night.
Even though I had fucked my dad and had watched him bitch up to Juan, I
enjoyed being submissive more often than not. At least with him. Juan's
ass was a terrific feel and dad's had been even better ... but if fucking
Juan didn't turn me off, fucking dad didn't seem like the right thing to
do.
And he felt that.
For the next couple of days, dad and I caught up on each other. Sexually,
that is. And we let loose our imaginations to their fullest, unleashing
everything from simple romantic love making, to kinkier shit that drove
both of us crazy.
Juan stayed on at the house. We never asked where he came from or what he
did, but when he had asked my dad if he could stay, my father said
immediately said yes. Juan would participate in the chores and the
groceries and what have you and in the two days that passed, the three of
us got a long rather well. Dad and Juan enjoyed being naked whenever they
did things, I enjoyed wearing my dad's underwear. Since Juan had come over
with nothing but his shorts, he would sometimes borrow my dad's cloths when
he left the house.
If dad happened to be in the midst of fucking me in the shower by the pool
and Juan happened to come by, he would join us, and more often than not,
they would take turns ramming my cunt.
Or if dad was busy with Juan in the gardening shed, slapping him around
telling him what a good bitch he was, I would sometimes hear them and join
dad and we would fuck the shit out of Juan.
But my favorite time was in the morning, when dad would wake up with either
of us at his sides and push our heads down to his throbbing member. It was
what I called our worship time. Both Juan and I sucking dad's cock
together, kissing each other as we did so, with his cock inbetween our
lips. Usually, I would end up straddling my dad's foot with Juan's ass
sticking up in front of me as he finished sucking of dad. By this time, my
father's foot fit perfectly in my gaping cunt and I would shoot my load
onto Juan's crack only to lick it off when I was through. When we would
all be finished, we would go shower and beg my father to release his
morning piss on us.
And two days turned to two weeks and then months and eventually two years.
The three of us lived a quite simple life which was consistently doused
with a high sexual tension. Our attraction to one another was infinite, it
seemed, never being able to get enough of each other's bodies, of each
other's cocks or asses. My father was king of his castle, I was definitely
a subject and Juan sometimes played off for the dominant power with my dad.
Sometimes he would win and my father would submit to his every whim,
sometimes he wouldn't.
Either way, I was fully satisfied.
Until then day my father announced that one of his oldest friends would be
visiting him from Africa. Mbato (pronounced 'embato'), was his name and he
would be coming in from Mozambique where he had held a high governmental
position. That was all my father had told us about him. That and that he
was due to arrive tomorrow afternoon.